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Fic: BSG, OT3 - Minding the Sock Gap, 18+
Disclaimer: Not mine. Neither is the Sock Gap. Rating: 18+, sex, language.
Pairing: OT3-Lee/Kara/Helo.
Set: Er, probably post-now, Season 2, could vaguely be spoilery for everything up through, um, 2.07?
Length: 1,200+
Genre: er, angsty/silly PWP.
Notes: This one's for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
stars_like_dust, and, er, was written after my shower, and the Sock Gap is incredible inspiration.
Minding the Sock Gap
by ALC Punk!
Lee Adama has always been a victim of the Sock Gap. Back in his Academy days, he used to hang around with the hard-working, geekier types. One of his year-mates used to mock them, saying they'd never understand the delicacy of the sock gap.
When he finally got someone to explain it to him, it took him another year and a half before he could think logically about socks again, not to mention get them off when he was with a girl before she ran off in disgust. And that was if he'd been confident enough to get her half-naked in the first place.
It occurs to him that all three of them are still wearing socks.
Not, of course, that it seems to matter to Kara--she's leaning back against the bulkhead, gasping in time to his thrusts. Behind him, Helo's lips are doing very fascinating things to his neck. So it's the perfect time for the logic centers of his brain take control for a moment, and he blurts out, "We're still wearing socks."
"What?"
Lee doesn't pause, because he's pretty sure she'd kill him if he did (and then he'd kill himself, because Helo could finish her off, and there's something very primal in his head that says Helo isn't allowed to touch her like that), but he tries to explain. "We're having sex. With our socks on."
"For a hatstand, blue can't walk today," Helo says, or at least, that's what Lee thinks he said. It's hard to tell since the other man has begun kissing his way down Lee's back.
"You're thinking, Lee," Kara's hand grabs his chin and she tugs. "Kiss me, instead."
That, he can happily comply with. And her soft little whimpers distract him again, because she's hot and slick, and right *there*, her back arching as his hands slide down her skin and she's suddenly gone, head slamming into the wall. It's enough to make him lose his breath (and his concentration), and he staggers, pushing her harder into the wall. She lets out a gasp and her arms hook around his neck.
It's very urgent for Lee to move even though she's kissing him. He can feel her still, and when he pushes with his hips, she lets out another little gasp.
"Not bad." Helo's voice intrudes, but his hand slides around Lee's waist, strokes them both and the sensation is just enough.
Lee sees white light, then darkness and comes back to himself with Kara still hanging onto him. She's not clinging (she's Starbuck, Starbuck doesn't frakking cling), but there's something fragile about her for an instant, and then the moment is gone and she's looking over his shoulder at Helo. "Still waiting, Karl?"
"Hey, you know me, I've got the patience of a saint."
"Uh-huh." She pushes a hand into Lee's chest, and he lets her go, slipping out of her.
Kara slides away from him and stays leaning against the wall, breath still heaving as she looks at Helo. "Come here, Karl."
"We're still wearing socks." It's like the stupidest thing he could say.
She laughs at him, the sound almost mocking, then bends and pulls off her socks quickly, holding them in one hand before tossing them to the floor. "Happy?"
No, he's not. But she still looks incredible, leaning there against the wall, her legs and feet bare, her shirt half-pushed up, her hair hanging out of its untidy little ponytail. Lee moves before he's aware of his plan, drops to his knees in front of her and leans in to kiss her belly. She smells like sex and sweat, and he thinks that's fitting.
Her hand touches his shoulder. "Lee?"
Lee Adama is not crying. He bites her, then pulls back, rocking back onto his heels to look up at her. "Thanks for taking off your socks."
"You are *so* weird."
"Uh, Starbuck--"
"You're a raptor pilot, Helo, you should be used to going sluggishly." She quips at him.
Lee backs up, glances at Helo and can't think of anything to say. "Take off your socks."
"What is your obsession with socks tonight, Apollo?" She sounds amused still, though there might be something like a glare in her eyes.
"No reason." He shrugs, stays on his knees as Helo removes his boots and socks and steps towards her.
Starbuck puts one hand on the raptor ECO's chest and pushes. "On your back, Helo."
He complies with a sigh, and several complaints about the cold deck which dwindle into groans of pleasure when she sits on him, hands sliding him into the correct place while her eyes slip closed and a throaty moan echoes in the suddenly too-small supply room.
"I--"
"C'mere, Lee."
He can't resist moving closer, and her hand fists into his shirt, yanking him off-balance and his forehead hits her nose. Helo's hand on his chest keeps him from falling completely and she grunts as his chin tilts up and they kiss.
A moment, two, and then he's moving closer on his knees, pulling slightly at her as she pushes at Helo and he thrusts up, and Lee gets his hands up her shirts and finds her breasts. Her nipples are hard and he flicks his thumbs over them, catching her little gasp on his tongue.
It must be awkward, for her, half-twisted on top of Helo, but she isn't complaining.
He's the only one still wearing socks, he thinks as she suddenly breaks under his hands and Helo's cock.
Kara pulls away from him and leans down to kiss Helo as he thrusts erratically, and then they're all silent.
For a moment, and then she sits up and pushes away from them both, standing on shaky legs, "You've been a great audience, boys, but I've got things to do." She's grabbing her pants and pulling them on without bothering with her underwear, her socks get shoved into a boot and she's halfway to the door before Lee can form a coherent thought after *that* display.
And then she's gone.
"She wasn't wearing her socks," he says lamely, feeling a little lost.
"Yeah." Helo carefully sits up and grabs one of his discarded socks to clean himself, then begins putting himself back together.
It occurs to Lee that maybe it's not his education in regards to women that's at fault. "She always like this?"
"She's Starbuck," the other man says as he stands and grabs his boots, grimacing at the dirty sock. "She's like nothing and no one you'll ever encounter. And she's about as predictable as a viper in a tailspin."
"Oh." Lee absently accepts Helo's hand to help him stand and then looks at him and flushes, "I... don't..."
"Don't worry about it, Captain." A hand claps his shoulder. "She's addictive, infectious, and you can only get her out of your blood by burying yourself in work."
"Or falling in love with a toaster?"
The hand drops from his shoulder, and Helo shrugs, "Or that." He turns and heads for the door.
"See you around, Helo." Lee finally calls.
But Lee doesn't think the other man heard him. He stares down at his still-socked feet, and wonders if she would have stayed if they'd been naked to begin with.
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Pairing: OT3-Lee/Kara/Helo.
Set: Er, probably post-now, Season 2, could vaguely be spoilery for everything up through, um, 2.07?
Length: 1,200+
Genre: er, angsty/silly PWP.
Notes: This one's for
stars_like_dust, and, er, was written after my shower, and the Sock Gap is incredible inspiration.Minding the Sock Gap
by ALC Punk!
Lee Adama has always been a victim of the Sock Gap. Back in his Academy days, he used to hang around with the hard-working, geekier types. One of his year-mates used to mock them, saying they'd never understand the delicacy of the sock gap.
When he finally got someone to explain it to him, it took him another year and a half before he could think logically about socks again, not to mention get them off when he was with a girl before she ran off in disgust. And that was if he'd been confident enough to get her half-naked in the first place.
It occurs to him that all three of them are still wearing socks.
Not, of course, that it seems to matter to Kara--she's leaning back against the bulkhead, gasping in time to his thrusts. Behind him, Helo's lips are doing very fascinating things to his neck. So it's the perfect time for the logic centers of his brain take control for a moment, and he blurts out, "We're still wearing socks."
"What?"
Lee doesn't pause, because he's pretty sure she'd kill him if he did (and then he'd kill himself, because Helo could finish her off, and there's something very primal in his head that says Helo isn't allowed to touch her like that), but he tries to explain. "We're having sex. With our socks on."
"For a hatstand, blue can't walk today," Helo says, or at least, that's what Lee thinks he said. It's hard to tell since the other man has begun kissing his way down Lee's back.
"You're thinking, Lee," Kara's hand grabs his chin and she tugs. "Kiss me, instead."
That, he can happily comply with. And her soft little whimpers distract him again, because she's hot and slick, and right *there*, her back arching as his hands slide down her skin and she's suddenly gone, head slamming into the wall. It's enough to make him lose his breath (and his concentration), and he staggers, pushing her harder into the wall. She lets out a gasp and her arms hook around his neck.
It's very urgent for Lee to move even though she's kissing him. He can feel her still, and when he pushes with his hips, she lets out another little gasp.
"Not bad." Helo's voice intrudes, but his hand slides around Lee's waist, strokes them both and the sensation is just enough.
Lee sees white light, then darkness and comes back to himself with Kara still hanging onto him. She's not clinging (she's Starbuck, Starbuck doesn't frakking cling), but there's something fragile about her for an instant, and then the moment is gone and she's looking over his shoulder at Helo. "Still waiting, Karl?"
"Hey, you know me, I've got the patience of a saint."
"Uh-huh." She pushes a hand into Lee's chest, and he lets her go, slipping out of her.
Kara slides away from him and stays leaning against the wall, breath still heaving as she looks at Helo. "Come here, Karl."
"We're still wearing socks." It's like the stupidest thing he could say.
She laughs at him, the sound almost mocking, then bends and pulls off her socks quickly, holding them in one hand before tossing them to the floor. "Happy?"
No, he's not. But she still looks incredible, leaning there against the wall, her legs and feet bare, her shirt half-pushed up, her hair hanging out of its untidy little ponytail. Lee moves before he's aware of his plan, drops to his knees in front of her and leans in to kiss her belly. She smells like sex and sweat, and he thinks that's fitting.
Her hand touches his shoulder. "Lee?"
Lee Adama is not crying. He bites her, then pulls back, rocking back onto his heels to look up at her. "Thanks for taking off your socks."
"You are *so* weird."
"Uh, Starbuck--"
"You're a raptor pilot, Helo, you should be used to going sluggishly." She quips at him.
Lee backs up, glances at Helo and can't think of anything to say. "Take off your socks."
"What is your obsession with socks tonight, Apollo?" She sounds amused still, though there might be something like a glare in her eyes.
"No reason." He shrugs, stays on his knees as Helo removes his boots and socks and steps towards her.
Starbuck puts one hand on the raptor ECO's chest and pushes. "On your back, Helo."
He complies with a sigh, and several complaints about the cold deck which dwindle into groans of pleasure when she sits on him, hands sliding him into the correct place while her eyes slip closed and a throaty moan echoes in the suddenly too-small supply room.
"I--"
"C'mere, Lee."
He can't resist moving closer, and her hand fists into his shirt, yanking him off-balance and his forehead hits her nose. Helo's hand on his chest keeps him from falling completely and she grunts as his chin tilts up and they kiss.
A moment, two, and then he's moving closer on his knees, pulling slightly at her as she pushes at Helo and he thrusts up, and Lee gets his hands up her shirts and finds her breasts. Her nipples are hard and he flicks his thumbs over them, catching her little gasp on his tongue.
It must be awkward, for her, half-twisted on top of Helo, but she isn't complaining.
He's the only one still wearing socks, he thinks as she suddenly breaks under his hands and Helo's cock.
Kara pulls away from him and leans down to kiss Helo as he thrusts erratically, and then they're all silent.
For a moment, and then she sits up and pushes away from them both, standing on shaky legs, "You've been a great audience, boys, but I've got things to do." She's grabbing her pants and pulling them on without bothering with her underwear, her socks get shoved into a boot and she's halfway to the door before Lee can form a coherent thought after *that* display.
And then she's gone.
"She wasn't wearing her socks," he says lamely, feeling a little lost.
"Yeah." Helo carefully sits up and grabs one of his discarded socks to clean himself, then begins putting himself back together.
It occurs to Lee that maybe it's not his education in regards to women that's at fault. "She always like this?"
"She's Starbuck," the other man says as he stands and grabs his boots, grimacing at the dirty sock. "She's like nothing and no one you'll ever encounter. And she's about as predictable as a viper in a tailspin."
"Oh." Lee absently accepts Helo's hand to help him stand and then looks at him and flushes, "I... don't..."
"Don't worry about it, Captain." A hand claps his shoulder. "She's addictive, infectious, and you can only get her out of your blood by burying yourself in work."
"Or falling in love with a toaster?"
The hand drops from his shoulder, and Helo shrugs, "Or that." He turns and heads for the door.
"See you around, Helo." Lee finally calls.
But Lee doesn't think the other man heard him. He stares down at his still-socked feet, and wonders if she would have stayed if they'd been naked to begin with.
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